Ronee Lawrence was young and impressionable. Well, that's what her mother thought. Ronee wasn't perfect though, she had made her share of mistakes. Her mother assumed that she could do no wrong, but that was the side of her that she allowed to be seen. She wasn't a saint. She considered herself to be quite a rebel; she was always sneaking around, to clubs and various other places. And somehow, she had managed to get away with it. Her mother didn't know half the things she did, and if she did, she would ream her for it because she expected Ronee to be prim and proper, which Ronee clearly was the opposite.
Ronee babysat every single day at the Crane household, while Hester and Martin were away, working at their respective jobs. It paid pretty decently, enough for her to buy the latest trends, or see a flick with her girlfriends. Ronee enjoyed spending time with Frasier and Niles, who thought of her as their big sister. Ronee would tell stories that would send Niles into a panic for hours on end, or tease Frasier when he went on about a book he had just read. She found it immensely amusing, at first the boys would resent it, but they soon learned to tolerate, even though they weren't pleased. Frasier developed a crush on Ronee that she herself was well aware of, but chose to ignore. She was a good six years older, it wasn't right. And also, she wasn't his type. Ronee knew that Frasier deserved someone much more like minded. She didn't think she would be right for him, and thought he'd be better off with someone else.
Someone his own age.
Ronee had a crush on someone, but it was an older man. Not the pimply faced boys that drooled over her, she was falling for someone she knew. Someone she had known for a long time. At eighteen, she was just about to head to college, and this was someone she had crushed on since she was twelve. That person was the father of the children she babysat for, Martin Crane. The only thing was, he was married. She tries to put those thoughts out of her mind, she tried everything remotely possible, but somehow, every time he returned from work, he made her heart flutter with sheer excitement. Excitement that she had to hold back as much as she could.
She pictured what it would be like to be with him, to be married to him. She tries so hard to put those thoughts out her mind, but she couldn't, it was close to impossible now. She had these dreams since she was thirteen. Smiling to herself, she puts the thoughts out of her mind.
